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Fatty's Point.

A startled, shocked squirrel
rushes past the external frame of my upstairs window: in ten years, it is first time anything living has ever crossed these tracks.

I
hop off my bed and glance
outside. I watch on as a solidly chubby tabby cat sits proud atop the
flat
roofed extension next door; it is he who has caused the fear in our nut
chasing friend. Fatty, as I have christened him - for obvious reasons,
glares at me
with a vague yet firm expression. The message in his eyes conveys that
he is a man
amongst felines; that he is the boss, the leader, and the surrounding
territory
enjoyed by random members of the animal kingdom and me, is his domain.
By
scaring the squirrel across my window, he is proving this determined of
points to one
person alone – me... and he knows it too…

Twenty
four hours before, I
had caught sight of Fatty slumped on a far roof trying to enjoy a spot
of
personal relaxation time; most likely after a hard day of eating food,
chasing butterflies, flattening spiders with his paws, and partaking in
general lazing
around cat duties. His rest however, had been ruined by a couple of
cheeky magpies; as they perched on either end of the 6 x 6 foot in
diameter flat
shelter he rested upon, and then proceeded to tease and distort the
tired
chubby cat, by flying between roof corners, and squawking
the
equivalent of offensive bird swearwords, each time Fatty tried in-vain
to catch
them. The birds were quite clearly antagonising the moggy on purpose;
most
likely as an act of wrath for one of the spiders he had previously
picked on,
who the birds had formed an alliance with.

Eventually realizing they had
made their point; as well as physically and mentally wearing out the overweight
feline, the magpies flew away - leaving a tired and embarrassed cat to dwell on
his embarrassment. Fatty - which his instinctive vanity, and desperately glancing around hoping no one had noticed, had
his worst fears confirmed when his eyes met the only ones who knew of his shame – mine;
watching with considered interest from my window. Though I never realized at
that moment, his frozen, laser beam stare conveyed a simple message to me - his
human cousin... "Those magpies were lucky, they caught the unguarded royal one during a bad moment.
I'll show you, hooman. I'll show you."...

The next day he did exactly
that; by scaring the squirrel, and making sure I was there to witness every ounce of his awesomeness. I now
wonder which creature was watching the cowardly squirrel, as he ran from Fatty;
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